The Manchester journal. [volume] (Manchester, Vt.) 1861-current, 1887-12-15
UNCLE xAHuMs WEDDING

UNCLE NAHUhs Nuba"o
uBcle Nahum Nixon Was reading The
paper 10 bis back parior Nobody would
ihink 10 look al the simple surroundings
Of the uppreteDtions aparimen,s. thai MT
Nahum nixon was one OF the seslthies'
men 10 town. The CARPET. IL 10 true, sa'
Administer, bat II bad seen tseniy-tws
good years Of service. and was dosn ts
the very warp, The faded red curtains
were oi morecu, Instead Of silk dsma.k
The old clock on the mantle was no Par
isisn si'air OF slabasier and gilt, bat sub
stsn,isl Connecticut ,imepisoe that struck
with a whirr. like . partridge springins
out OF her nest; the ehsirs Of old fashioned
mahogony and hair cloth stood upriehl
agsius, the wall: the portraits OF Genera
Washington on horseback and The sutfen
der Of CORVALLIS. lorBamented the gally
papered walls 10 frames Of sombre glli,
aud the one elegance Of tbe apartment
Was = preposterons bouquet OF wal MOWERS
under cracked glass shade.
But Uncle Nixon had remembered that
furniture ever since be was child. and
be wouldn't Ibave exchanged It Tor the
fittings OF q Partisan boudoir OF the
choicest specimens Of the moipru East
lake pattern. He was rich man; that
was quite enough for him.
III you please, Mr Nixon" said the
trim maid servant. mir. M4rmaduke
Bourne wants to see you, II you please SIR
II you are quite at leisure" /"
Mr.. Msrmsduke Bourne, ell ?" The
old gentleman took of bis spectaeles aud
laid them upon the folded newspaper.
ASK him to come in, Polly.
And Mr. Mlrmaduke Bourne came IN, a
tall, fresh colored young fellow. with
sparkling gray eyes and straight Greek
nose, that seemed as II It had been bor-
rowed from some ancient statue OF Apollo.
well, sir ?" said Mr., Nixon.
swell, sir ?" counter interrogated Mr.
Bourue, "did you get my letter 7
~ got your letter. said Uncle Nahum.
80 you want to marry my piece Faith z
"Yes, sir" yaliantly acknowledged MIR.
Marmaduke Bourne.
"Ah ~ nodded Uncle Nahum "But
perhaps you don't know all the facts OF
tue case.
The facts, sir p
Il want my niece TO marry Colone'
Asblaud's SOD" slowly enuuciated Uncle
Nahum.
But, sir, she doesn't love him. "
"pshaw |" snarled Uncle Nahum.
"And If she doesn't marry him she will
he teggar will give her no money OF
mine Now do you understand matters.
Marry her or not as you please.
He took up the newspaper once more
"a tacit intimstlon that the interview
was at an end.
Sir" begsn Marmaduke.
That will do" said Mr.. Nixon.
81 only wish to-"
THAT will do" thundered Mr.. Nixon.
and SO Msi msdnke went away.
Little Faith Nixon came down stairs
presently, blue- eyed blossom OF girl
with yellow hair growing low down on
her forehead. and very little mouth.
exactly the shape to suggest the idea Of
kissing.
Uncle Nahum looked keenly up at her
as she auttered about the room, straight
ening table cover there or patting down
fold here
YES" said he with curious twitch-
ing OF the muscles around his eyes, "he
has been here"
IL did not ask any question, Uncle
Nahum"
"No, but your eyes did" chuckled the
old man. HE wants to marry You the
improvident young donkey"
Faith came to her uncles chair and laid
her band on his shoulder.
THAT is not the worst Of 1t, Uncle Ma
hum Il want to marry him. :"
"Humph !" snarled Mr.. Nixon, in high
contempt. "And what do you expect to
live on, l should like TO koow y
1--WE can both work" said Faith,
bravely."
you're more likely to staive, said MIR.
Nixon. Mind. don't count on help from
me. II you will get married, you do it at
your own risk"
Then you consent. Uocle Nahum y
"No |" reared the old bachelor. Moth
ing of the soft"
"But, Uncle Nahum, i should be
wretched without Duke," softly pleaded
Faith.
"Fiddlestrings T. said the old man.
"And I'm sure be couldn't live without
me"
Trash !" grunted Mr.. Nixon.
"And il You please, uncle, added Faith,
perhaps had better go TO my friend
Violet Smiths to make mp my wedding
things. since you disapprove SO decidedly
OF my plans. She lives 10 New York, yon
know, and il will be convenient for shop
ping. and ="
"And for all other tomfooleries in
general" rudely interrupted the old gen
tlemsn. Yes, 90 to your Violet Smiths,
but don't expect 10 come back here. "
mo. Uncle, said. Faith, meekly. "But
you'll let me thank you for all your kind
ness. and"
NO, Won, r. said Uncle Nahum, so
shortly that poor Faith fed upstairs 10
and bad quiet little cry, no,
that sba ma. sn vaxW vars